Lazy

Why am I so lazy.
I seem to be tired of life.
I was always the dreamer and not the practical one.
As a child I fascinated my self with making shoes out of cardboard
Or from the plastic outsides of binders, and slingshots, not of which
Really could be of any use but for a few moments of fun.
I can work hard at useless things but fail to urn the useless into something that will
Produce.
Money, Followers, Awards, Lovers, anything.
Everything I have accomplished has found me.
I have not found it.